PERFECTLY IMPERFECT

“One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is,

I think, to have a happy childhood.”

That is me. I had a happy childhood which I always look back to with fond memories.

Even though I was fully aware of our financial struggles at that time, with our parent’s disagreements, siblings arguments and when I couldn’t have the things I wanted, this sort of things never stops me from becoming a normal happy person. Why? because my parents allowed me to fill my childhood memories with excitement, adventure, challenges and a lot of time to play despite their shortcomings and lapses.

I have so many precious memories of my childhood; outdoors in the dark with moonlight seeing, climbing high up the trees, riding bikes in the streets, making wood guns, street games, hide and seek with friends, digging holes at the beach, jumping in the waves, summer spent in the countryside, reading pocket novels, infatuation, and some church activities. In those years, a lot to said about how good life was.

And now getting old makes me yearn for the simplicity of life. I want to feel that every new day is more interesting than the last. I want to turn back time as a child when I have only to believed that nothing was impossible, that small things seem big of importance. When all my fears just fade away, and only the cuts from my knees getting me pain.  I want to remember the joy with which my mother’s touch gave me tranquility or my father’s beautiful kiss on my cheek.

I wish “I could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever.”

 

 

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